"Love those that hate you...." Darya Alexandrovna whispered timorously.
"Love those that hate you, but to love those one hates is impossible.
Once he, in his intent hate
, was almost alone, and was firing, when all those near him had ceased.
"Why do you hate me, Dian?" I asked, but she did not answer me.
I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again."
By this time I think Jubal had gone mad with hate, for no sane man would have come back for more as many times as he did.
I am the daughter of a king, and furthermore, I hate you."
"I hate you!" she shouted, and her voice broke--in rage, I thought.
There was something almost beautiful in the voice of Wash Wil- liams, the hideous, telling his story of hate
'She must just hate
and detest the whole set-out of us.
"I do not know that I hate
either, My Lord Earl," replied the outlaw.
the garden, because she died," said Mary half speaking to herself.